Instead of cheering unrestrainedly on the horse's back, Fu Jun put away his bow and calmly rode the horse to finish the second half of the lap.

Mu Lifeng rode a famous Yili horse. This tall horse was as white as frost. The hair on its body had been trimmed and short, leaving only a thin layer of it against its body. It reflected the sunlight and flashed with silver flowers. The long mane flew like snow, and the air spurted into clouds. It was held in Mu Lifeng's hands and leaped with a look. It was very divine.

Seeing Fu Jun riding from the other end, Li Feng seemed to be ready, pulled the reins decisively, turned the head of the jade-top horse, and then ran over.

In the VIP seat, Youmeng was setting up a pergola on her eyebrows with her hands. She looked far away and her eyes were fixed on Mu Lifeng. He was riding a white horse, elegant and light, and she was full of beauty.

As the horse's hooves galloped, the light green figure flowed and supported the wind, like a stroke of ink and painting, so beautiful that it was almost unreal.

Xingsu returned the horse to the horse-raising attendant and walked back to the Guantai calmly.

"Fu Jun is worthy of being a brave general, and his archery skills are like a god." Youmeng was looking out of his mind, and the sound of stars came into her ears. She sat casually beside Youmeng, looking carefree and unruly. "The ranking of this riding and shooting competition is probably no suspense."

"Xingsu, that man..." Youmeng kept chasing the man in green shirt flying on the runway, and said, "Have you seen it before?"

Xingsu raised his head and followed her guidance to see Li Feng. On the way she came back, Li Feng happened to ride a horse by, so she took advantage of the situation to notice the man.

She looked back at Youmeng curiously: "I've seen it, why did you ask him?"

"He is the prince of Prince Mu's mansion, Mu Lifeng." Youmeng didn't say anything after all, that was the prince consort appointed by her mother.

"The young prince who brought the Southern Army to the military parade?" Xingsu was secretly surprised and could not wait to look back on the runway, "So it was him?"

Youmeng's eyes were unhappy: "How do you think he performed?"

At this moment, many thoughts passed through Li Feng's mind. He had never thought of being the prince-consort. He did not want to stand out in the competition. He was very clear that he could not be too dazzling if he wanted to be valued by the emperor and the little princess.

But he also saw it very thoroughly. With the help of the little princess, in this competition of riding and shooting, the children of nobles from all families were doing their best to show their best. This is not only their personal success or failure, but also the glory of the entire family.

The family behind it makes the competition more meaningful than this matter itself.

So how to keep track of the situation without leaving any trace, hide strength and protect the face of Prince Mu's mansion has become what he should consider now.

As the journey was lightning, his mentality was always as stable as before. With a firm belief, Li Feng calmly took an arrow from the quiver, gently pressed it on the string, straightened the swallow's tail, and pulled the tiger tendon string to the limit.

When he was about to draw the bow, the white horse was finally driven by him. His cold and sharp eyes fell on the tip of the arrow, extending in the direction, gathering into a point with the red bull's eye.

He knew that he should not draw the bow too early, as soon as he would shaking his hands. He should not be too late, and he would be both nervous.

It’s just right to make a big stride or a long stride.

When the time comes, Li Feng retreats. The arrows go away at the target, and in a hurry, it is already the center of the red heart.

His arrow shot very standard, as if it was shot out by someone inadvertently, which made outsiders feel relaxed and unrestrained. They could not even notice how many inner scenes Li Feng had secretly staged before the arrow left the string.

Ji Shun couldn't help but stretch his eyebrows, as if he wanted to observe the young man more carefully.

Prince Mu looked at his son's peaceful performance, silently speaking, and his lips were always filled with smiles.

Youmeng looked at Li Feng without turning his eyes. Seeing him calmly taking out another arrow, he pulled the bow and raised the strings, lowered his front hand, pushed his right rib and waist forward with force, loosened his fingertips, and shot out again, hitting the bull's eye, Youmeng's eyes also tightened.

After a little adjustment, he shot two arrows one after another, all hitting the bull's-eye.

With the last arrow, Li Feng raised his arm and pulled the bent bow to form a bright moon. He made up his mind in an instant. He was on the verge of letting go and slightly shifted the aiming arrow. In an instant, the moon bow vomited his soul, and a beam of stars broke out of the air, flying towards the target in a striking sight.

With this slight difference, the arrow finally embedded a little outside the red heart, close to the red edge, but if it is biased, it is biased, and in the eyes of others, it is inferior to others.

There was a booing sound on the observation stage, which was a pity. Li Feng didn't care at all, calmly put away his magpie's bow and rode his horse forward.

"He is superb in riding and does not use any fancy tricks than arrows. Although his archery skills are stable, he is not outstanding among those who are eager to perform their archery skills." Xingsu said in terms of the situation, "To be fair, he can't perform 30% of the way Fu Jun."

Youmeng shook the fan and curled up the mocking corner of her mouth: "What kind of literary and martial arts are you? The rumors outside are indeed fake."

"I don't think so."

When Xingsu said this, Youmeng was stunned and couldn't help but stop and turn back to look at her, her eyes full of surprise.

"Crown Prince Mu should be similar to me, Fu Jun. He has been tempered in the military camp since he was a child. Riding and shooting training is common." Xingsu's face was a calm expression. Compared to Youmeng, she saw more details that are invisible to ordinary people's eyes. "A person who is good at using arrows has different eyes when shooting arrows in his hands."

Youmeng kept silent and listened to her with all her concentration, her eyes gradually becoming darker.

Xingsu calmly turned his face and looked at her: "I think he is deliberately hiding his edge."

Youmeng's eyes hopped slightly and she fell into deep thought.

After the riding and shooting competition, all those who failed to hit the target were eliminated. After more than half of the remaining, the royal family provided refreshments and fruits for them to rest for half an hour.

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In the imperial study room, a figure in white squatted in front of an exquisite square tea table in a kneeling position. A complete set of purple jade gold sand tea sets were placed on the table. The wall of the teapot was carved with exquisite landscape paintings. It was a treasure of famous artists at first glance and it was expensive.

Before making tea, he first used boiling water to water the outer wall of the pot, and then flushed it into the pot. The inside and outside of the purple clay pot and the tea cup were boiled with boiling water, which could not only clean the pot and remove mold, but also warm the pot to wake up the smell.

He then put an appropriate amount of tea into the pot and rinsed it high with boiling water. The jade-like tea rolled in the water for washing tea.

His tea-making posture was extremely elegant, with tea leaves, tea water, and tea sets, as if they were fresh in his fair and slender jade hands.

When Ji Shun walked outside the hall, he smelled a fragrant and fragrant tea fragrance, which was silently moistening the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River, which made him feel relaxed. He walked into the study leisurely and asked kindly, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"It is my honor to wait for Your Majesty." The man in white with his back turned to him removed the last bit of tea foam, and seemed careless. "Besides, Your Majesty knows that I have always been patient."
Chapter completed!